It's been a rough night for me. Things are not going my way it could have been worse, but still, somehow I saved myself from his creepiest of shadows. It has been quite ominous as I see him hovering around laying beside me trying to hold my hand and whisper something in a tongue I am alien to. But I do know who he is he's the one who held me when I was lost but now he's the one menacing when I've gone through it all Maybe I can beat him on my own, or maybe I can't maybe he's just too strong for me. Maybe I would need someone to hold my hand in his and look me deep, deep in the eyes and solicit me if everything is right. And with heart full of fears I would tell him no, it is not. I am not as good as I say or as strong as I look. Things do happen to me and you're pretty wrong if you think I'm invincible. But yeah, nevermind. We've been living in a world. a perfectly perfect world, with perfect faces and imperfectly perfect souls. Here, There is no such thing as imperfections. There must be no such thing as imperfections. In the Locus of Fragility ☺
